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Being beautiful is more than having the right proportions.  It's about attitude, engagement, and most importantly confidence.  Operation Sexification comes from Mary @ a merry life. Please go and read her inspirational post. I chose my points and goals to help myself with my attitude.  To be engaged in life and give me more confidence.  They were:

Exercise.

As you may or may not know, I had a difficult week. Monday through Wednesday knocked me down flat. Thursday I did 30 crunches all ways, 20 back lifts, 20 leg lifts, and 10 girl push-ups. I'll be doing the same today. I usually do a 'basic' strength everyday. Is that bad?

Makeup.

Okay. I suck. I only wore makeup Sunday and Thursday night. I NEED at least concealer and mascara every day. Come ON JBS. Okay, maybe Tuesday day I can give myself a freebie. But I want to do better. Next week I want to wear makeup every day.

Clothes.

I decided a great place to start is to shower and change out of workout clothes immediately following workouts. I'm embarrassed to admit that I often have let the Survival family crises distract me from my beeline to the shower. This week I only had that happen once! WooT! And when I was sick I still wore slacks and a blouse. I still want to try harder. Maybe doing laundry in time would help. He he.

Read Mary's newest post in Operation Sexification. It's awesome.

So I'm going to ask again this week. What are you doing to work stir those pots of yours?

Comments

  1. MizJune 11, 2010 at 5:12 AM

    I loved marys post and wordcreation as well.

    AND LORDY WE NEED SOME NEW UNDERGARMENTS UP IN HERRE :)

    yes.
    ISaidIt.

    yes I did :)

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  2. Diminishing LucyJune 11, 2010 at 6:16 AM

    Knickers. Undies. Bras. New ones. Feel fan-sexy-tastic!

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  3. Karen@WaistingTimeJune 11, 2010 at 8:15 AM

    Oh I so need sexification. Sigh. Makeup? Can't remember. Earrings... not in a long time. Frumpy, comfy very unsexy clothes are my norm. Sigh.

    I gave you a blog award today:)

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  4. HelenJune 11, 2010 at 9:00 AM

    I just acquired some new nightgowns/pj's that are not Mr. Helens old t-shirts!

    The makeup thing with you is cracking me up. When I was younger I wouldn't be caught dead without makeup, even while exercising. Sometime around my early 40s when I started running I decided it was gross to have mascara flakes all over my face at the end of my run. So I went bare-faced to my first race! But I wore lipstick :-) I stopped doing that after a few races too -- I'm just a big plain sweaty mess.

    Now, at the ripe old age of 50, say we don't have any plans for the weekend, I might take my makeup off Friday night and not put any on until Monday morning when I get ready for work. Sometimes I don't even style my hair either.

    I wonder if Mr. Helen thinks that's unsexified?

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  5. Flabby McGeeJune 11, 2010 at 1:58 PM

    You amaze me. I've been sick for three days and haven't changed out of my jammies once. Not once. And I don't even know when I wore makeup last. You are an inspiration indeed, thanks for a great post!

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  6. TamiJune 11, 2010 at 3:35 PM

    Great job on your goals. Progress not perfection is the name of the game.

    I got pretty new bras this week!

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  7. Julie V.June 11, 2010 at 4:19 PM

    A haircut with highlights always does the trick for me!

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  8. WillpowerJune 12, 2010 at 12:37 AM

    Well I am trying to fix the bedroom area that the little guy took over with all his equipment. Sexification in the bedroom is my plan. Yes that's admitting that house work went to the by way in some areas for the last 4 years.
    I also wear mineral MaryKay makeup and pretend I am an art palate but I admit there are days I do not wear makeup especially if I am not going anywhere. I had facials to learn how to put on makeup when I was 16 at the big department stores me and my two sisiters with my Mom went it was great fun to learn and I recommend that.

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